Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

“We’ve got her. We’re on our way back,” Reload said into his phone.

“Did you hurt Betty?” she asked again.

Quick gave her a stony look. “Baby-doll, I’ve had me one hell of a bad day, so I suggest you just sit there and keep your mouth shut the rest of the trip.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll pull over, and let Reload have his fun with you.”

Skylar turned her face forward and swallowed. He’d do it, too. He absolutely would. Her eyes watched the road, trying to memorize the route they were taking. She couldn’t help but wonder if there were more DKs holed up somewhere in town here, and if they would be taking her somewhere close. But then as minutes went by, and she watched the roads, she noticed they took the ramp onto I-20 east toward Atlanta.

A cold chill ran through her as she realized they were taking her out of state and back to their chapter. Skylar swallowed, wondering what fate awaited her. Did they want information? Did they just want to make her suffer? Or did they just want to kill her?

A couple of hours later they were reaching the outskirts of Atlanta. Quick took an exit and pulled into a gas station. It was still raining heavily as he opened his door, pausing to look back at Reload. “Watch her.”

Reload smiled and put his arm around Skylar, pulling her close. “Take your time.”

Quick slammed the door, and dashed through the rain into the store.

Reload’s hand immediately drifted down from her shoulder to her breast, giving it several squeezes. With her wrists still zip-tied behind her there was nothing she could do to stop him. His hot breath was in her ear.

“When we get where we’re goin’ I’m gonna get a taste of you

, and Quick ain’t gonna get in my way. Maybe you and me will spend a good long time together.”

Skylar wanted to spit curses at him and tell him how disgusting she thought he was, but she held her tongue. There was no sense pissing him off, it wouldn’t do her any good. So she stayed mute, looking straight ahead.

That only encouraged him to try to get some reaction from her.

His other hand went to the buttons of her blouse and he began to work them free. “You’re a classy broad. Always were.” He pulled the sheer blouse apart, revealing the lacy camisole underneath. He ran his finger along the lacy edge. “I’ve never been with a chick that wore shit like this.”

Skylar sank back into the seat trying to avoid his touch.

The driver’s door was yanked open and the truck rocked with Quick’s weight as he slid into the seat. He had a fountain cup in his hand, complete with lid and straw. He glanced over at her, taking in Reload’s hands.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I was just tellin’ the pretty little girl what we’re gonna do and how we’re gonna do it.” He ran his finger down her cheek. She tried to pull away.

“We’re in a public fucking parking lot, dumbass. Do up her shirt before you attract someone’s attention.”

“Party pooper,” Reload grumbled, but buttoned up her shirt. At least a couple of the buttons.

Quick held the cup toward her and guided the straw to her mouth. “Drink.”

He gave her little choice, so she sucked on the straw. Cold cola swirled into her mouth. After a couple sips, she released it.

“More,” he insisted. “I ain’t got all day. Drink it.”

She thought about arguing with him, but didn’t see the point, so she did as she was told. After a minute, Quick passed the cup to Reload.

“That’s hers, not yours.”

“You didn’t get me one?”

“No, I didn’t fucking get you one.” Quick threw the truck into reverse and backed out.

They were soon back up on the interstate.